The Santana 3000 crossed the finish line, where the girl in the cap raised her placard. After that, Zhang Heng drifted the car until it finally stopped in front of the steps at the entrance of the natatorium. The right wheel was parallel to the steps, less than half a centimeter away.
After that, Zhang Heng turned off the engine and pulled out the car key.
The group of people who had been waiting at the finish line were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
They could already see the tattooed man's Jaguar. They had even prepared beer, planning to celebrate the champion's victory. Although there was nothing to be happy about after defeating a Santana, there were still seven other cars to go. This was considered an internal competition for the modified car club tonight.
However, they did not expect Zhang Heng and his Santana to suddenly fall from the sky at the last moment.
In the end, their group of people, with so many luxury cars, really lost to a Volkswagen Santana that might not even be able to sell for 10,000 yuan in the second-hand car market.
The cap girl's mouth was so wide open that one could stuff a dragon fruit into it. She was stunned for a long time, and she even began to wonder, "Is it loaded with nitrogen?"
Nitrogen acceleration was a common trope in racing movies in recent years. Almost everyone knew about it.
The specific principle was to burn N2O to release oxygen and nitrogen. Oxygen could be used to fuel combustion to increase the engine's output, and nitrogen could cool down the cylinder to achieve the purpose of acceleration.
Fortunately, most of the people here knew how to drive. When he heard what she said, a man immediately shook his head. "Impossible. The Santana's engine and exhaust are rubbish. Installing NOS (Nitrogen Acceleration System) is simply courting death. It will fail before it can increase its speed."
After saying that, a puzzled look appeared on his face. "Could it be that the engine was secretly changed? But the exhaust was not changed. "
Just when these people were puzzled, the other cars arrived at the finish line one after another.
In second place was the tattooed man and his Jaguar. However, no one paid attention to this matter anymore. Everyone's attention was on the Santana and the people inside.
Zhang Heng opened the door and looked at the group of people from the modified car club. "The guy from the 911 is still at the construction site behind us. He seems to have hit something. Aren't you going to check on him?"
Only then did everyone realize that they were missing a car.
When they heard that the Porsche 911 crashed into a wall, they were shocked. Several of the racers also noticed that the Porsche 911 and the Santana crashed into the construction site together.
At that time, their thoughts were similar to those of the young people on the 911. They all thought that they were going to win. However, no one expected the Santana to emerge from the construction site first, and 911 was nowhere to be seen. Some even suspected that Zhang Heng had used some dirty tricks to eliminate 911 from the competition.
Fortunately, when they found 911, they found that the young man was safe and sound.
In fact, as soon as the young man entered the construction site, he regretted his decision to slow down. When the Volkswagen Santana overtook him, and he witnessed Zhang Heng's acrobatic driving skills, the last shred of fighting spirit he had left was gone. When the 911 hit the wall, it was not moving very fast, and the airbag was already in place.
He wasn't injured at all, but even if his body was fine, it didn't mean that his mind was fine.
When everyone found him, they found him squatting on a small mound, looking very lonely.
The tattooed man checked the 911 next to him and comforted him, "It's okay. It's just that the front of the car is damaged."
"I'm not worried about the car," the young man shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion. "I'm f * cking upset. I've been driving cars for so long, how could I lose to a Santana?"
As soon as he said this, everyone else in the modified car club lowered their heads in shame and fell into silence.
What happened tonight was indeed too magical. Some people still couldn't believe that the final winner was Zhang Heng and his Volkswagen Santana.
"Could that guy have … cheated?" Someone stuttered, trying to find an acceptable excuse for this loss.
"How did he cheat?"
The young man who drove the 911 had already lit another cigarette for himself. "It's not like you guys haven't raced with him before. That Santana is really just a Santana. Otherwise, with his skills, we wouldn't have been left behind in the first half of the race."
"Is he really that good?" the millennial asked skeptically.
He didn't pay much attention to Zhang Heng. From the beginning, he was busy chasing after the 911 and the tattooed man's Jaguar. In the end, he lost to Zhang Heng.
"It's not that he's good or not. He's really that kind of … rare, you know …" The young man smoked gloomily while recalling the unforgettable scene he saw earlier.
A broken Santana drifted across the potholed construction site, avoiding all kinds of obstacles. The most important thing was that the car's lights weren't even turned on during the entire process.
F * ck! What was that?! He had heard of drifting, but drifting in the dark was something he had never seen before. What was this called? Blind drifting?
The young man couldn't be blamed for being stimulated. Anyone who witnessed that scene would be deeply shocked.
In his eyes, he was no longer thinking about the car, but about defying the heavens and changing his fate.
What Legend of the Great Sage? What Nezha? What inspirational Santana 3000!
"It seems that we have encountered a master this time." The young man spat out a mouthful of cigarette, his expression solemn.
"What should we do now?" The others had no idea what to do now. They looked at each other, and in the end, the young man had to make the decision.
"I lost the bet. No matter what, let's give him the prize money first."
…
After the race, Zhang Heng got out of the Santana and walked to the girl in the cap who was still standing there.
"Do you have water?"
"Yes, wait a minute." The girl immediately went back to the car and rummaged through it. She found a bottle of mineral water and tossed it to Zhang Heng.
"Thank you." Zhang Heng took the mineral water and said politely. After confirming that it was unopened, he unscrewed the cap and drank two mouthfuls.
The girl in the cap stared at him, full of curiosity.
The girl in the cap recalled the scene when the two first met. At that time, she thought there was something wrong with the guy's brain. Now that the Santana had beaten all the sports cars, the girl in the cap's opinion of Zhang Heng had changed.
He was really an enigma.
But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be that old.
"Aren't you worried?" the girl in the cap asked with concern.
"What's there to worry about?"
"Although you won, they have a lot of people. If they want to hurt you …"
Women were such a strange species. She was clearly a member of the modified car club, but now that Zhang Heng had won, she began to worry about him from his standpoint.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. They can't beat me," Zhang Heng said casually.
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